reply to post by gwynnhwyfar
That is a wonderful story, Gwynn. Thanks. Yes, I agree - what to someone else might have been "just a rainbow", or "just a shadow" - can have
significance for someone else who is in pain or trouble, or even joy.
Do you know the story of Rainbow Bridge? Fits your story perfectly..
Yes, Lyle had "multiple lives" as well. We got him as a kitten, but he was - erm - accident prone? Once he set himself on fire by sitting with his
fluffy tail too close to the candle on the coffee table. Had to "put him out."
Then, some years later, he had his head run over (Yes, His Head) by my husband's full-size truck. Husband was horrified, and got out and lifted him
up, pushed his trachea back into place, wept and apologized, and put him in a bag in an empty barrel with a lid for later proper burial - I was at
work, and he was on his way to work.
I got home late that evening, and he told me what had happened. I was so upset that I went into a sort of shock and said, we can take care of it in
the morning, it's too late, it's midnight, and I'm tired.
The next morning, husband got up before I did, and went out to attend to Lyle's remains. I didn't know this, as I was still in bed....but he came
back into the bedroom a couple minutes later and grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over to face him.
I said, "Yeah, I know, we have to take care of Lyle."
And he said, "He's NOT GONE!" He had gone to retrieve the bag (and Lyle), and found the old guy purring and looking up at him, blinking, and wide
We rushed him to the vet, and it was touch-and-go, wait-and-see for several days. I visited him at the vet's every day (they are wonderful there,
too), and gradually, he got better. With a run-over skull! He wasn't blind, or deaf, no bones were broken - and he regained is full self, but walked
with a wobble after that.
As he got older, he became less 'agile', more 'wobbly', and eventually it was old-age that did him in.
I, too, make the excruciating choice to let him go when he was no longer able to control his bladder, even while sleeping he would wet all over the
bed or pillow or chair...
For two years I kept thinking (he won't make it through this winter)...but he did. This time, though, it was clear that he wouldn't have the same
quality of life (indoor/outdoor at his preference - he had even house-trained himself and preferred to go outside to relieve himself) - I couldn't
imagine keeping him in a crate, and I couldn't deal with cleaning up his urine EVERYWHERE.
So, we took him over, had the vet check him; he had early kidney failure and hypothyroid, his hair was falling out, he still had an appetite and
thirst, and moved around, mostly slept, though, and loved lap time and grooming, as per his usual self.
Poor old guy. The vet allowed us to be with him; he gave him the ketamine to sedate him, and left the room saying he'd be back in a few. I knelt
down as the drug settled in, so I was looking in Lyle's beautiful blue eyes, and told him I loved him. He purred and purred, and I could see him
drowsing away - and then his eyes dilated to 100%, and his little pink tongue slid out from between his teeth. I knew he didn't "see me" anymore.
So, when the doc came back in for the final shot, I knew Lyle was comfortable, and slipped away to the other side of Rainbow Bridge, where all my
other beloved animals are...ALL of his companions from his life had preceded him. Now we have 4 left who knew him.
One of those who preceded him was our big yellow lab, Megan. She died two winters ago, and shortly afterward a dead tree in our yard fell over - and
the end of it had a smiley face on it. It was aimed at her favorite spot under the yew shrub...I call it "ghost of Megan", that 'smiley face'
Every time I step outside, I see that 'smiley face' log lying there, and I say, "Hey, Meg."
We haven't bothered to cut up that tree and burn it. Maybe never will. We had to have her cremated because it was deep winter and had to wait 3
days after she died due to blizzard conditions and impassable roads for them to come get her. We have her cremains on the piano, and a pic of her on
the fridge (along with other furry family members) with the story of the Rainbow Bridge stuck beside it.
Blessings to you, you gave SplatCat a second chance, and you know he loved you for it.
We are kindred, gwynn. Thanks for sharing your story.